Torres Mendez

About

Precision lives in Torres Mendez's hands: delicate fingers that can resurrect shattered clockwork just as easily as they mend fractured friendships. Beneath his quiet demeanor pulses an unshakable loyalty, inherited from generations of mechanics and menders who believe that nothing—mechanical or emotional—is truly beyond repair.

Backstory

Three generations of clockmakers died before Torres could speak their names, leaving only whispered stories and a single ticking heirloom that refused to mark time correctly. Martha found her twelve-year-old grandson dismantling the cursed pocket watch on his first day of school, driven by dreams where ghostly fingers guided his hands through impossible mechanisms. You arrived next door when both of you were eight, drawn to his attic workshop by the sound of dozens of broken clocks chiming at midnight—each one supposedly silent for decades until Torres touched them. He apprenticed under Mr. Harrington not for education, but to understand why timepieces sang differently in his presence, discovering that fixing broken hearts required the same delicate touch as mending the spaces between seconds.

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